humor

„ Questioning Life’s Path: Contemplating Sleep,Education, and Health in a Predestined World"
why? why should i sleep, when i don't want tomorrow.. why? why do i have to go to school? if the outcome is already foreseen.
By Jeni Jackson3 years ago in Poets
The Drum Beats On
Thum-th-thum Listen to the beat of the drum It’s ethereal hum Begging you to come Thunk-ta-ta-tunk The first came From a felled trunk
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
The Rhyme of Google
Make your content skimmable So Google can extract snippets .. Identify your target audience Create your value proposition
By Alexxmarcer3 years ago in Poets
Gym Buddy-Fart Joke
After we both did the shoulder press, Something happened that you can only guess. My friend let it rip and unleashed the poisonous gas,
By Sid Aaron Hirji3 years ago in Poets
Round Blueberries. Content Warning.
very small blue and round and a soft squish with some edges of purple and sweet juices inside Fulfill by desire I enjoy a work of art
By Forest Green3 years ago in Poets
#PooReviewHaiku. Content Warning.
Curry night again explosive diarrhea porcelain throne time * Thanks for reading! This is heavily influenced, inspired, or whatever by Judey Kalchik's awesome unofficial challenge #BookReviewHaiku. You can learn more about that below and forget about this strangeness.
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
Sweet Strawberries. Content Warning.
very sweet red and passionate gives a warm chill everytime we meet whether dipped in dark or white chocolate makes me feel confident everytime i eat
By Forest Green3 years ago in Poets
These Objects Are My Allies
Before I reveal my favorite things, I’ll explain why I choose them I fight never-ending battles and I'm always afraid that I’ll lose them
By Lightning Bolt ⚡3 years ago in Poets
Without You
I need your help to start my day. Without you, I don't think I am even human. My friends can vouch for how I am without you to get me out of bed.
By Rene Peters3 years ago in Poets
Ode to the Computer Lab
At the fax machine, patrons stare confused. I sit wondering when the questions will begin, amused. Patrons hover silently by my side,
By LJ Pollard 3 years ago in Poets
My Neti Pot, My Sinus’ Saint.. Top Story - August 2023.
In the realm of of allergens, pollen and dust, Where breath goes awry and air doesn’t gust, There you stand, my vessel so quaint,
By E.K. Daniels3 years ago in Poets
Dying
Dying! I'm dying. Ill. I'm ill. I'm huddled under a blanket, writing more than I have in weeks. Sniffling. Sneezing. Stuffed up. Snorting snot into a tissue. Shuddering. Sinuses sizzling. Squinting through streaming eyes.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Poets